Summer Days
Though classes are back in session for those still in school, it's still quite summery out (I feel a little badly for all those returning so soon to school!); I've still been working in the garden, and quite a few things have come to harvest. Dora isn't quite as fond of it as before; she had an accident outside a few weeks ago, and though her mum took care of the problem it may be a while before she's steady around where it happened. Ted's certain she'll be alright, though; I suppose it takes a mum to forget that bumps and bruises though perhaps not demented family members are a totally natural part of growing up.
I've gotten out of the house to spend some time by myself, too; ran into a-- Caradoc, I think his name was-- who compiles the Book Club lists at Flourish and Blotts. Now that would be a dream job. Speaking of which, I ought to get back to Diagon Alley sometime soon to pick up the next recommended reading.
I've gotten out of the house to spend some time by myself, too; ran into a-- Caradoc, I think his name was-- who compiles the Book Club lists at Flourish and Blotts. Now that would be a dream job. Speaking of which, I ought to get back to Diagon Alley sometime soon to pick up the next recommended reading.